but it never lasts forever, does it?
there will always be a little sun that shines
through makeshift curtains or
little miracle tugging on the hem of
something
and then, when you have answered
even if answered with a snow storm tongue
even if citrus bitter an howling
we can wrap around each other and
watch as the shadows spill all down your
shoulders
watch the billowing waves
watch as they dissolve into nothing more
than distant worries
(further and further)
further and further
further and
further
and
YOU ARE READING
To Be Determined
PoetryBook 4 of seemingly endless poetry (or should I say possibilities?) Some poems are real life, some are not. Think before you assume.
